Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Thee Headcoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
Rekid,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
Funky Four + One,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cowsills,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
A Certain Ratio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
X-Ray Spex,
Ultravox,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Juan Atkins,
These Immortal Souls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pop Group,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.